Broken Rider: The Art of Getting up After a Fall

“You’re gettin’ too old to be doin’ this shit!”  That’s my wife, giving me the ol’, “I told you so” speech.  Two broken arms, bone contusions in both wrists, and a concussion are the proof, she piles on.  In my mind, I respond to this in two ways.  First, maybe she’s right.  Maybe this is…

Lacing up Your Boots: Picking up the Pieces After Relapse

St. Patrick’s day 2019, a bar in R.I.  “Hey, are you doing car bombs tonight?”  “Of course”, said the waitress, as I racked up another game of 8-ball for the four of us.  “Bring us a round.” For the second time in a week, and in the previous seventeen months, I was drinking, attempting to…